The doctors all shook their heads, "It's useless for ordinary people to wait. We haven't found an effective prescription yet, so we can only do our best to make them less painful."
"I understand that you only need to treat them with your heart. As long as you can save their lives, there is hope. Everyone must remember that the life of a common person in Tongzhou City is the most important. Never give up until the last moment.
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"Yes, Your Highness!"
In Yizhuang, which was originally lifeless, the patients who were just waiting to die now have renewed hope for life.
Qi Jue didn't do anything special. He did everything by himself, eating and working with everyone.
Originally, the high-ranking officials in Tongzhou were very afraid of Qi Jue. After all, he was holding a long sword, but the image of two swords killing the troublemaker's head was still deeply imprinted in their minds.
But after getting along, they gradually changed.
As long as they work seriously for the people, Qi Jue will not only do nothing to them, but will also eat and rest with them.
After getting close to each other, they found that the iron-blooded and seemingly cold-blooded His Highness King Dingbei seemed... quite approachable?
Just like when diagnosing and treating patients, some patients would vomit and the smell was overwhelming, but Qi Jue did not avoid it. Instead, he went over to help in person.
They even comfort those patients, telling them not to give up hope of life. As long as they live, miracles will always happen.
After getting along with each other for a few days, most of the dignitaries were very motivated, and they were no longer so afraid of Qi Jue. Some of the younger ones even dared to make a joke or two with Qi Jue directly.
"The weather is getting colder and colder. I brought a pot of wine, which I brewed at home. Would you like to try it, Your Highness, to warm yourself up?"
During the lunch break, a young man happened to be sitting next to Qi Jue. When he took out the wine bottle, his brain suddenly twitched. While speaking, he also lifted the wine bottle and handed it to Qi Jue.
Qi Jue looked sideways, his eyes light.
He hadn't spoken yet, but the young man's face paled instantly, "You... the common people are joking, please don't blame me, Your Highness..."
It's really crazy. He actually let His Highness Dingbei King drink his wine. I'm afraid he is really tired of living!
Just as he was about to take his hand back, he saw a slender, jade-like hand stretched out and spread it out naturally, "A new wine bottle?"
Qi Jue has a mysophobia. He will never touch anything that others have eaten or touched. Of course, Yan Mingzhu is an exception to this mysophobia.
"No... I haven't drank it before, it's new!"
Qi Jue took it, opened the lid, raised his head and drank two large sips, casually wiping the corners of his mouth with his flowing sleeves, "It's mellow and spicy, it's a good wine."
"If Your Highness likes it, I...I will bring more tomorrow!"
Qi Jue just said: "Give it to others to drink. Everyone has worked hard these days."
"It's not hard work, and I won't hide it from your highness. I was actually quite scared before. After all, there is no cure for the plague. But after these few days, I found for the first time that I am still very valuable. Although my strength is weak, but
I was born in Tongzhou, and it is a great honor to be able to contribute to Tongzhou!"
The young master was so happy that he could not speak coherently. Qi Jue looked at him and said, "If you really have such thoughts, study hard and get fame in the future, so as to truly benefit the people of Tongzhou."
"The common people will surely keep His Highness's teachings in mind!"
As he was talking, a child suddenly fell down while running over. Qi Jue put down the wine bottle and walked over to help the child up.
"Are you injured?"
The child grabbed Qi Jue's hand. At this moment, Qi Jue seemed to feel a stinging pain in his palm. But at the same time, the child shook his head and said, "No, thank you, big brother."
After the child ran away, Qi Jue was about to lower his head and look at the palm of his hand when something happened in the hay shed.
One patient's condition worsened and he was almost dying!
Qi Jue's attention was attracted and he immediately went over to check.
The patient's whole body convulsed due to the great pain. Qi Jue raised his hands to hold him down and ordered: "Hold down his legs and feet."
Suddenly, the patient spurted out a mouthful of blood. Qi Jue got closer and was sprayed a lot.
Soon, the patient fell straight down.
The doctor shook his head and said, "He's out of breath. He's too ill. He's already at his limit."
Qi Jue let go of his hand, closed his eyes for the patient, and said softly: "I will be cremated. If there are any relatives, it will be easy to settle down."
If an ordinary person dies, they can naturally seal the coffin and bury it directly. However, people who die from the plague will also have the plague in their bodies after death and will be contagious. Therefore, we must eliminate it from the source and burn it out to maximize the impact of the disease.
to eliminate the risk of post-mortem infection.
Someone here just died, and someone over there is in trouble.
Qi Jue worked hard until nightfall, and finally had a chance to catch his breath.
"Your Highness, your clothes are dirty. Why don't you change into something clean first?"
Feiyu knew very well how mystical his highness was, and it was already very difficult for him to endure such blood-stained clothes until now.
Qi Jue nodded slightly, changed his clothes, and planned to wash up. When he was about to take off his gloves, Feiyu suddenly exclaimed: "Why are there holes in the gloves?"
These gloves were linen gloves that Qi Jue had specially ordered to be made before he came. They were put on the hands to prevent them from coming into contact with the patient, and they had a certain protective effect.
But at this moment, the pair of gloves Qi Jue was wearing had a hole in the palm of his right hand, but the hole was not big, smaller than the size of a finger.
Qi Jue thought of something, turned over his hand, and saw that there was a small hole in the palm of his hand. The blood had long since dried, but there were other blood stains on the palm of his hand.
The blood stain was not his own, but... that of the patient who died during the day!
Feiyu panicked for a moment, "Your Highness..."
"Don't disturb other people, go get a basin of hot water."
Feiyu didn't dare to waste any time and immediately went to get hot water. Qi Jue washed his hands several times. The blood stains on his hands had been washed away, but his frowning eyebrows did not relax.
"Your Highness, I will send a message to Mr. Kong Feige and ask him to come over immediately!"
Kong Ci was previously sent by Qi Jue to find medicine to cure the plague, but so far there has been no result.
"If I am really infected by this, it will be useless for him to come."
Feiyu was extremely anxious, "It's so good, how come there is a hole in the glove? Forget it if there is a hole, your highness, how come the palm of your hand is injured? What should I do?"
Qi Jue immediately thought that he had helped a child who fell down during the day. When he helped the child up, he felt a pain in the palm of his hand.
"Practice ink."
Qi Jue thought of something, ordered Feiyu to grind ink, and quickly drew a portrait on the paper, "Find this child."